When you live in NYC, you see your fair share of “performance art” on the subway. My personal favorite is the old lady who plays “The Chicken Dance” on a recorder. I always watch her. But everyone else gets the Blank Stare. That’s when I put on my headphones and pretend like I don’t see them. This performance artist is impossible to ignore. Her act consists of chopping onions … on my subway line. God, I hate onions so much. And I hate this idea even more. Lord help this woman if she ever finds herself sharing a train car with me. This is just unspeakable. Abominable. Not entertaining or thought provoking or edgy. Just rude! I’m surprised none of the passengers organized a mutiny. Since when are New Yorkers so polite? [Buzzfeed]
